Amongst 300 Campers

T.T.T.O. Acheinu

Amongst 300 campers, the head counselor stands hoarse
An ending to selfdignity and a promise of lost voice
Pondering what he should say, wishing he could run away
Moishie stands alone teaching the campers a new song

They see the Dr. Pepper a splendid golden view
Screaming all their heads off for a case of mountain dew
“Mach a kula Moishie, if you even want a chance
To get 300 campers to stand on their bench and dance!”

CHORUS:
“Hashem please get me out of here!”
He wipes away a single tear
As another bunk begins to sing their lousy cheer
One whole bunk is spacing out
One kid’s throwing sauerkraut
He watches in dismay as a whole cholent bowl dumps out

Standing at the banquet his job is almost done
Quietly he’s praying in his heart nothing goes wrong
Filling up his paper plate, yelling at kids who came late
Moishe tries his best, as he’s put to the final test

CHORUS:
“Campers Counselors hear my cry
I took this job I don’t know why”
The whole camp starts to yell again they’re screaming side by side
The counselors leading all the rest
“Bunk whatever is the best!”
He wonders once again how he will get out of this mess

“Campers Counselors hear my cry
I took this job I don’t know why”
The whole camp starts to yell again they’re screaming side by side
Mach a Kulla they all say
He’s glad that this is the last day
Was all of this total nonsense really worth his pay

Written by Avraham Mishulovin, Dovid Deray, and Reuven Deray